Knock Em Down Lyrics

Bitch don't try to stop me when I got this rocket on me

You a lil' funky bitch, you

You know I step on shit with the big shoe

Niggas talkin' and I ain't with all that shoo-shoo

Squirrel of blood, he'd rather bleed before he see the color blue

Roll up my sleeves and cut the work, that's just some shit a nigga do

I smoke the weed, my bitch a perk head

Get up out my loop

She don't like it when a nigga say that, but she poppin' by the 2

This bitch get super nasty, super sassy, gotta watch her roun the tool

I told her, play, you goin' lay

She said, Teaux boy, you a fool

Fool

Yeah

You ain't gotta tell them shit about me and you

All my plays be sick, I should've served them with some cambell soup

I can hit a lick tonight, cause I ain't got nothin' else to do

Say, don't call my phone, gangsta

I don't wanna be tied to you

Cause what I'm bout to do

The way I'm feelin', I'm in that mood

Go get a doctor suit

For what I'm bout to do

It ain't gon' have a doctor on this earth to fix these chopper wounds

Heard what they did ol boy

Shit, how about we gon' go ahead and chill on the our sode of town and do what we do

Yeah, man

Shit, it got, it got

Got more bitches, got more money to get

Shit, we just gon' do what we doin' on our side of town

We ain't gon' worried bout them

Ya heard me

Yeah

Committee

P-Mode

R.I.P. my motherfuckin' dog

Y'all already know I'm talkin' about Pablo with the ratchet,

Yeah

Aight, look

Look, I got it, I got it

Who the fuck said that they wanted with my committee, nigga

Let me paint the picture

This how this shit gon' go

I got a bag now

Don't make me send that fuckin' load

Don't make me make your mama cry

Turn your sister to a hoe

Nigga know I'm divin

I'm out my shit, I don't care which way it go

Ever since I lost my brother

I been in that fuckin' mode

I ain't duckin' no nigga smoke

Come get hung by a rope

Say, T-Bone, bitch, I miss ya

Might go in bone mode

I done lost so many soldiers

I had to train more

I had to show them

How to hunt and let go

Posted in the 8th ward, me and Bam Scrapped

Second line, got me in that mode

I still feel T-Bone on the fuckin' joce

I be tryin' to hide the pain

That make me feel the fuckin' worst

Take it out on niggas who won't

Go against the fuckin' goat

Yeah, I'm on that drink tonight

Lookin' for a set of hoes

Lookin' for a bitch to do me, yeah

Cause I don't fuck with noes

Talkin' bout, she don't need a nigga

Cause she got a rose

The fuck

Ridin' around

Gettin' money out of town

Chasin' money bags

Police tryin' to take me down

Bitches on my trail, they beg

Me for to knock em down

Put that dick all on em

Then I send em cross town

Do it for my brother

They gon' know his name now

Caught them sleepin' on ya

So I said it's game time

So I said it's game time

So I said it's game time